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Sweaty and Gross
Dramatis Personae Taylor, Kaine, and Jack
In Absentia	2015-08-31 (Warning for Language)
Location <XS> School Grounds
Xavier's School is situated on grounds as luxurious as the mansion itself. The tree-lined drive brings you up to the lush green sweep of front lawn and the wide front porch with its bench swing, often frequented by students studying in pleasant weather. The large oak tree in the front yard is home to a tire swing, installed long ago beneath the sturdy old treehouse. The lawn rolls out all the way down to the thin rocky pier at the edge of the glittering lake. The water stretches huge and wide off into the distance, the boathouse a small blip at its shore. Along its bank, forest stretches dense and shady to one side; to the other cliffs start to rise, high and rocky, providing trails for hiking or climbing, for the adventurous. The tail end of summer has brought another heat wave to the area, prompting some people to seek the shelter of the lake, pool, and air conditioning. Some others are outside though, enjoying the sun and warmth on this last day of August. Out behind the school, Jack's doing a little running. In old sneakers, basketball shorts, and a sleeveless school shirt, he's coming from the direction of one of the trails that leads into the forest as he heads towards the school. Eventually, he finds a nice grassy spot to slow to a stop in and pops open the water bottle he's been carrying to take a swig. He's been looking forward to football starting up in the fall and right now he's considering running a few more laps. The water in Jack's bottle freezing over is what signals the arrival of a miserable looking Kaine, he's dressed in a pair of his swimming shorts and a thin shirt, which is damp with sweat. He makes it near where Jack is sitting and plops down, laying on his stomach. A string of muffled gibberish with laced with easier to decipher obscenities make their way upward before he raises his head, "It's entirely too fucking hot. How long until it starts snowing again?" Taylor is shirtless, though he's also in basketball shorts. Carrying a basketball as well, in one of his many (many!) arms. And making his way off the court, where he's evidently been engaged in a game with a few other students despite the heat. There's a water bottle in one of his other tentacles, a thin mesh shirt held in another. "Hey, don't /rush/ it." The be-tentacled telepath has a bright-white grin behind his jet black lips as he saunters across the grass. "I like all the seasons. We've still got a whole entire fall before the snow." Jack blinks at the sudden icing, looking at the now frozen bottle in surprise. He winces in sympathy when he spots Kaine though. Waiting for his friend to flop down, Jack chuckles and sets the frozen bottle down on his back. He's trying to help him cool off. He glances up as Taylor approaches and laughs. "You heard him, man. Got another season," he remarks to Kaine. "Hey, Taylor. How's it going?" he asks, sounding in a pretty good mood. "It is supposed to rain a little this afternoon...might cool things off a little," he adds. "I'm turning our room into an ice castle." Kaine informs Taylor. "You'll need a parka and you'll have to start a fire to make it through the night." He reaches back to take the water bottle, only to rest his cheek on it. "Also the school made Faux news. They're speculating we're a terrorist training camp or some other horse shit, only watched about thirty seconds of the clip. Then again they've never been known to actually fact check." "I'm sweaty and gross," Taylor answers Jack cheerfully. "How about you?" He chuckles at Kaine, shaking his head and settling down to flop back in the grass. "Like hell you are. We can compromise making it a pond. I'm sure the teachers will be cool with it." One arm drapes floppy and boneless over his eyes to shade them from the sun. "Why does that not surprise me? We should pick up some fatigues from a surplus store. Start running fake exercises out in the woods just close enough to the gate to let them get a glimpse. They'd flip their shit." "Sweaty sure but I wouldn't call you gross," Jack replies. "Pretty sweaty myself," he adds with a laugh. "Can't wait till football starts up though," he replies, stretching his arms once Kaine takes the ice bottle. He snickers a little at the roommate debate about the climate. "What, going to carry one of those plastic pools up and fill it with ice?" he jokes. The invisible teen tenses slightly at the mention of the news and then sighs. "I made the mistake of sneaking down there to listen to them for a bit...just ended up getting a headache," he mutters. "Or better yet, perch me up in a tree near the gate. Freeze the coolant in their vehicles and start picking them off. Haven't had a good hunt in a while." Kaine might be joking, but he sounds too miserable to tell. "Could talk to mister Jax about getting my bed replaced with a water bed. Freeze it over and wait out the warm weather that way." "Oh man. I've been running like mad already. I say it's in prep for cross country season but really all this insanity's just giving me mad energy to burn." Taylor props himself up on an elbow, squinting over towards Jack. "They're a /mad/ headache. You should hear what they're thinking. Or -- no. Don't. I went down there too. Brought snacks to the X-Men. Baaad plan. Bad plan. Woah hey. You got Jax as an advisor?" His brows lift, a grin replacing the grimace that was /threatening/ to creep across his face. "Lucky you. I hear all his advising sessions come with cookies." Jack reaches over to give Kaine's shoulder a light, friendly punch. "Curb the bloodlust, man," he half-teases. "I need to talk to Professor Holland sometime," he says quietly. "Owe him an apology," he says. Eventually he shakes it off, offering an unseen smile Taylor's way. "I'd rather avoid hearing what they think. Hearing what they say was bad enough. Just glad they couldn't see me," he says, blushing despite no one being able to see it. "Who've you got for your advisor?" he asks Taylor. "Also trying to get him to do my piercings and tattoos once I get more money for it." Kaine says, perking up as much as his wilted form allows. "And I wouldn't dream of actually hurting them, unless it was me or them anyway. They already arrested Rasa for just being a mutant while that hulking thing attacked cops. If one of us /actually/ did something? Shit." "Apology?" Taylor's eyes shift back to Jack at this, brows lifting curiously. "And yeah you weren't missing /anything/. They could see me alright. Threw some shit. Professor Grey stopped it all from actually hitting me though." His head shakes in mild irritation as he leans back harder on his elbow. "Fff. Arresting hir for saving that cop? Not the /first/ time one of us's been arrested for /helping/. And /we're/ the monsters. Sheesh." He takes a deep breath. Pushes it out. Puts a smile back on. Firmly. "You seen Jax's work? It's /so/ tight. Like holy. /Shit/. /Brilliant/. If there was any way I could get that to show up on --" The tip of one tentacle gestures to his own onyx skin. "I'd be all over that." His grin brightens. Wiiide. "Iiii," he draws this out. "Have Shane. How bout you?" Jack gives a quiet 'mmhmm' in reply to Taylor, his gaze falling to the grass. He plays with one of the stray blades as he says. "I got mad at him awhile back...said a couple things I feel like I should apologize for," he says, thinking about the encounter in the pool and how he got angry over Jax's guilty plea. "Professor Grey is cool. She taught me some ways to use my TK better," he remarks after a moment. Leaning back as well, he makes an irritated noise as Rasa's arrest is mentioned. "Only ever met one cop that hasn't turned out to be an asshole," he mutters. The invisible teen shudders at the mention of tattoos and piercings. It's clear from his thoughts they freak him out. "Needles," he shakes his head. "I still can't believe you got some of those..." he trails off, looking down at Kaine/ There's an unseen grin on his face a moment later then. "Shane, huh? Cool. I got Professor Richter." "Still didn't hurt quite as much as my septum." Kaine informs Jack. "The septum was insane, they ended up bringing me crackers and some water because I went into shock." He finally goes about pushing himself up, crossing his legs and tilting his head skywards. "I'm going to invest in a box fan or three to put at the foot of my bed." "Yeah, she's pretty alright. She was my advisor up until --" Taylor shrugs, sitting upright. "I asked for Shane specific. I didn't think they'd go for it oh /man/ you should've seen the face the Professor made? Like he'd just bitten a lemon. But after all the crap he keeps getting from the teachers here --" Taylor shrugs. "I thought it'd feel good to know someone wants him around, you know? Thinks he's doing good here. I've head Professor Richter's cool. He's my cross-country coach this year." Now he flops back out, this time on his stomach. "You know there's, like. Air conditioning. /Inside/ the school. -- Anyway, all cops are bastards. Maybe not, I dunno. /Individually/? But the system's rotten. You can't get good fruit off a rotten tree. The good ones need to find new jobs." "Dude," Jack groaned, flopping back onto the grass and covering his face with his hands. "That makes it so much worse," he says, needle phobia still in play. He only peeks out from behind his fingers...unknown to the world at large...when Taylor talks about why he picked Shane. "I didn't know he was an option or I might have requested him myself," he says. "Professor Richter's been cool. Hung out with him a few times...nice to talk to, helped me train some too," he adds. "And aren't box fans no good unless they're in windows?" he asks. There's a little mischief in his tone when he speaks up next. "You could find a way to just wear your little swim shorts until things cool off. Say you're overheating otherwise," he's only half teasing. "I know these are your favorite shorts." Kaine teases, reaching up to rub at his neck with a tired yawn. "And Professor Richter is cool, taking his class over the summer when I'm not hanging out at the lake. I don't see too much of Shane anymore, except for when we go out to the city before the weekend anyway." "He's been around but I think the staff have had their hands full with --" Taylor gestures out towards the long winding driveway with a very small shudder. He snorts at the talk of Kaine's swim shorts. "You're not careful, you'll make them finally institute a /dress/ code. For the sake of all our eyes." "Yeah, they've got more important things to do than hang around up here. Gotta make sure that mass doesn't get past the gate," Jack agrees. He snickers at Taylor's comment. "They're not my favorites but they're pretty good," he chuckles. "It's not that bad a look." "For the sake of all of those who don't have their Winter bathing suit bodies ready, I'll wear gym shorts." Kaine promises, even raising his hand solemnly. "Or not. Probably not. But these are reasonable, basically more fabric than Olympic men's swim wear. Could start wearing those things around." Taylor looks a little skeptical about this. "I don't know, man, a lot of Olympians wear pretty modest jammers." He shrugs a few tentacles at once. He levers himself back up to his feet, stretching slowly. "I should go shower off. Make sure I don't take this sweat with me to the kitchen to eat. See you round?" He flashes a quick smile to the others, waving a couple limbs as he starts back. Jack just ends up laughing, falling back onto the grass again. "Naw but I'll see you," Jack jokes, shirt shifting slightly as he waves an invisible arm. "I'm gonna hang a bit longer...see if it'll rain...don't need to wait for me if you want to head back in," he offers to Kaine. "Don't know if I'd make it inside." Kaine admits. "Long walk in the heat, it's ridiculous." He ends up falling back onto his back again. "Going to turn the rec room into a walk in freezer and play battlefield until it isn't so oppressive outside." "You've got that bottle of ice," Jack offers helpfully. "And it isn't that far," he chuckles even while reaching over to give Kaine's shoulder a sympathetic pat. "Bad news is that its supposed to be this way all week." "Then I'm hiding at the bottom of the pond where it's cool." Kaine decides. "I'll only surface to find suitable mates, show them my mangina, and form a funk band like the world hasn't seen since Parliment Funkadelic." He reaches up to rub at his chin, "Where did I put my swimming tutu though.." Jack blinks a few times then laughs. "Dude...go turn the air up and grab some ice cream," he says, shaking his head. "Fall's coming soon, just have to hold out a little longer." "Yeah, but if I don't start practicing I'll never be the first fish person MLG competitor." Kaine points out. "Though you're more likely to find me in my pajamas watching the hills have eyes or something." "You could play games in your pajamas," Jack points out. "Should still practice though if you want to go pro." "I don't think the professional gamer life is for me. Probably just going to chase thrills and smoke cigars until I'm thirty. If the country lets me live that long." Kaine glances out towards the driveway. "Might just give up and live the life of a beardless mountain man." "I'd suggest just getting a cabin on a beach somewhere instead. More water that way than up in the mountains," Jack points out. "Screw what the country wants though, I'll kicks the ass of anyone that tries to take you out before thirty." "Bigots beware on a humid day." Kaine says with a playful smirk. "Might go home with one less eye than they left with." Jack chuckles. "One less eye...ir just a lot more bruises," the invisible teen jokes. "Alright, it's definitely shower time. I smell like molten asshole." Kaine decides, pushing up to his feet. "I'll catch you around." "See you later, Kaine," Jack replies. "I'll play a few matches in Battlefield with you even," he offers, flopping back. "Then prepared to get fucked. Just not in the fun way." Kaine teases, looking back to throw up a two fingered salute before finally heading towards the mansion.